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Up from Titley (2/3/20)

Blue sky and sunshine (though …) … boot-sucking mud-goo paths …snagging, tripping bramble-snakes … glorious far views
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Oh Sweet Lullaby

Esther my own precious dear when you tarry then sally near there is nothing but my heart to fear for as I tread forth in silence along the path where...

Real Wisdom

Real Wisdom With internet and WhatsApp and plenty of modern gadgets to top to children of this era, I must explain with no electricity and no...

A work in progress

My sister Aisling is as lazy as sin, She won’t even look after the her from within, She only showers whenever she going out, Even then you’d look and...

Sixty

Sixty Just like the car rusted up half-way down a hill in the middle of a pasture, I turn. Frances Macaulay Forde © 2010
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composed a long time ago

I adjust my eyes to the darkness but there's nothing to see. You move to avoid me. Why bring me to this point then slip away? I don't lose interest...

Death of an Obit Writer (4)

Out of the blue I got a phone call from Gary. "I hope you don't mind our changing your obit slightly," he said. "Only we spotted a couple of errors...
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On the Spectrum

On the Spectrum. It is 1986. Margaret Thatcher is sat firmly on her throne. The Chernobyl Nuclear disaster is just on the horizon. People are...
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Death of an Obit Writer (3)

I took to monitoring the back-end of the website regularly, to get an idea of the obits I wasn't being asked to write. The American presidential...

Mother Of Tranquility

. Mother Of Tranquility - by Paul McCann . Mother of tranquility end all the hostility help me find a peaceful way in my life everyday. Mother of...

I Don't Quite Know

I Don’t Quite Know By Paul McCann I don’t quite know how to say how I feel about everything that happened the other day , it was like a driver out of...

Just A Thought Away

. Just A Thought Away By Paul McCann How long has it been , it seems like it’s been a while Since I last heard your voice and saw that beautiful...

Trumpeting!

They’re out! a golden shout …
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A Clowder of Cats

For cat lovers.
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A Handful of Sand

Silence creeps along the road, wind sweeps grains of sand into groups, like expats trapped in a compound attempting to sustain themselves. Working...
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Princil's Magic : Ch.10 : Festival At Bricas (Part 3: The End Of Harmony: Section 2)

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As the Festival turns to horror and lust, Aribor the sorceror seeks to help the Shalirionite victims of his fellow sorcerors. He seeks to find ways to save them from themselves and the Black Sorcerors. This is Section 2 of this Part.
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Greek music fires the heart

A dance with shadows twists and turns, rises and falls and is always acting in unison. It moves in ancient rhythms firing the heart and opens and...
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unbreakable

She sat with others drinking cups of tea. It felt at first, as if she held her beaker a little differently, a little weaker. And once she smiled, but...

Domain

Sensing something different I did turn and saw within my gaze a most magnificent creature a black wolf of 150 lbs not ten feet away. Surveying me...

Ferdinand B. Frog

Ferdinand is a bullfrog. When he speaks in his deep voice he says, “RUM-TUM-CHUG-A-RUM; RUM-TUM-CHUG-A-RUM.” It sounds like Ferdinand is playing on a...

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